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The Streets Belong To Me(Wavy!)
Champagne Wave God
I Need Some Dom P!

Money Make Me Feel So, So
Money Make Me Feel So Better
Mami Like It Real Close, Oh
Wont

of bricks on top of bricks
Feel like Weezy in the bitch I only need a lighter flick

Most of my ex girls would probably say I'm way too blasé
But I'm married

the thugs, 'cause we don't get no love
When we sacrifice our life and havin' shootouts by the club
Max B and Rah Digg, the niggas in the pen
And rappers

Bye

Bitch What?

Hoes on my dick I'm too Playa
Twin glocks on me like tomb raider 
I can never trust a bitch cause I need strips 
I'm bouta re up yea I

it barely Vroom
Sick of internet thugs I can't stand these dudes
Rocked his ass black and blue and his bitch beat too
Sticks around bitch I don't do

the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross 
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta

ahead 
4. It feels good, when a bitch give you gum head 
5. Even tho she a gold digger
6. I need a woman in my life, not a ho nigga (for real) 
7. Hope

baby - baby
I got what you need right here - oh

Black Monte Carlo with the spokes out Watergate for Nixon
This is what I meant by walking contradiction

Dogs For Life

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood [Clean]

1998

surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in blood out, vatos locos homes, so there's no chocos homes
When we smoke

get the track list
Wax on wax off I pay what cost don't drip in Rick still rich like Ross
Please hold my spliff while I spit my bar
Please pardon my

was too brainwashed by the love words that you said 
Shorty that's dead 
I swear to God, I'm tired of something
That little something turned into

Come Gangsta

Tech N9ne

Everready [FYE Exclusive]

2006

a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin'

so chill don't need no friends 
Cause where was you wen I was in dat field 

Swear Im finna takeoff in this b***h FEELIN like Rick Ross 
Imma boss in

I'm way too in love with the money for me to go fall for a thot
Just like some tissue he getting exposed 
We wiping his nose and ain't talking about

like Rick Ross
Invest in myself I cannot take a loss
Uh clown niggas not amused by those
Shooting at my foes
Tell my redbone Bend and touch her toes
Bad

Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
I dont need nobody need nobody help
I been quarantined all by myself
The moneys all I need don't need

for the swag, for the sauce I spread it all around like I'm Ross
And I'm not talking Rick, talking Bob And I'm a walking lick for the wop,a
And I spent

Ugly ass, learn from pops, you all my Simba
Handing out, free whips go pick cotton
I'm a boss, say it like Rick Ross
Jumping like Kriss Kross
Flow too

have no hands or toes by the basketful
But when he do he finna’ eat it by the loads
I’ma eat ‘til I explode, let my stomach be as big as Rick Ross, oh

like cuz he LOVE this shit
Poppin shit don't you know ima boss
Got the crown Rick Ross
Hate on me and still stalk
Got the game fucked up
Beezo da reason

bouta like cause he LOVE this shit
Poppin’ shit don’t you know Ima boss
Got the crown Rick Ross
Hate on me and still stalk
Got the game fucked up
Beezo

Why they talk to me, leave em' mute
Kick that bitch out, yeah you know she got the fuckin' boot
Feelin' like a boss, Rick Ross, fuck the cost
Feelin'

the season to be jolly, kill the vibe then it's a vote
Don't you make me say it Too Short when the whistle blow
Santa hat and stalkings then I'm with her by

Because rap was a desert
And I helped minds escaped it
Yo Nas link it up it's
Like an ill typed bracelet

Fake thug, no love
You get the slug, CB4 Gusto